Parker usually makes an effort to make herself presentable in the mornings when staying over at friends' houses (even--or perhaps especially--when that house is a royal residence). But given what they pulled off last night, she's decided that she's earned a few more hours in her jammies, even if she's not in bed.

She'd found a rather grand dressing gown and pair of slippers in the wardrobe of her guest room, attempted to tame the bed-head, and then followed her nose to the breakfast laid out in the parlor.

Parker has a comfortable chair, a pastry and cup of tea sitting on a side table, and a few of Susan's finger puppets. She's placed them on her own fingers, and is idly waving them at her own face.

She's awake. Really.